C12

Today, I wore a pink and blue princess outfit, a fluffy dress, and a small beret.

During the night, the city was hung with colorful splendor. There were many straight roads, and the difference between them and the small town was getting bigger and bigger.

The car stopped in front of the entrance of a hotel. The interior of the hotel was brightly lit. The attendant who opened the door came out and respectfully greeted the three of us. After leaving the car to the attendants to stop, I followed my godfather and Young Master Zhang into the hotel. Under the guidance of the attendants, I opened the door to a private room.

He opened the door to a large round table, covered with a golden tablecloth. The flowers and cups and plates were arranged neatly on the table.

Father and Young Master Zhang found a chair and pushed me into it. They opened the menu and ordered, saying that they had to wait for everyone to arrive before they could serve the dishes.

After a while, a man who looked like an uncle walked in. He was bald, had a line of mustache, a smile on his face, and a simple and honest appearance. However, he leaned to the side and welcomed a young man in his early twenties. The young man had a charming smile on his face, with a short hair and a casual black T-shirt on his body. And then a big dark brown dog, almost three of my size, came in behind me.

His foster father and Young Master Zhang hurriedly stood up to welcome the two of them. The flattering look on their faces was especially obvious.

"Director Yang, Director Yang, if you're here, please take a seat."

"Director Yang, this is?"

They all looked at the young man who had suddenly appeared. The young man's eyes were deep, and even though there was a smile on his face, he still felt that he was in danger.

Director Yang patted the young man's shoulders and laughed heartily, saying, "My nephew, Yan Ruize, has always liked dogs. I heard that there's a dog fighting competition in our province, so we came over to play a few rounds. "

As soon as his godfather and Young Master Zhang heard the introduction, their eyes immediately lit up. They grabbed onto his hands and said excitedly: "Aiya, so it's Mayor Yan's son. I've heard a lot about him!"

"My two uncles, you're too kind. This nephew is only here to play for two days." Yan Ruize had a flat smile on his face as he reached out to touch the dog's head.

The godfather looked at the big dog and praised, "Your tibetan mastiff looks good. I have never seen such a good tibetan mastiff all these years."

A hint of excitement flashed across Yan Ruize's eyes, and his face carried a light smile: "Mn, it's my favorite fighting dog. Very obedient, its bite power and explosive power are both pretty good."

Staring at this so called tibetan mastiff, I felt like I was looking at a lion on TV, feeling especially mighty.

"Want to touch it?"

The voice that appeared beside my ear scared me. I raised my head and saw that the me who was stunned for a moment in my black eyes was actually Yan Ruize.

His foster father came over and laughed, "Young Master Yan, this is Guo Xueying, 13 years old."

A trace of disdain flashed across Yan Ruize's eyes: "Uncle Yang likes such a tender girl."

Director Yang smiled and came over to touch my little face. "Aiya, when this nephew says it, Uncle also feels that this girl is very cute."

I pursed my lips and sat up straight, afraid to say more. I peeked at Yan Ruize who was playing with the tibetan mastiff. My heart was beating rapidly, and my face was slightly red. I did not realize then that this was the first agitation of my adolescence, but when we met again, it was already a different world.

During the meal, Yan Ruize did not spend too much time and effort on the table, and always stayed in the empty room to play with the tibetan mastiff.

I, on the other hand, was pouring wine for several men. Although Uncle Yang always likes to grab at my little face, he didn't do anything too excessive to me, so I have a good impression of him.

In the evening, they all agreed to go to the dogfight competition together, and everyone seemed quite excited.

Father secretly told me to broaden my horizons, saying that the tibetan mastiff in Young Master Yan's hands is at least in the millions, and if I train it well, the price will be even higher. At that time, I still didn't have a clear understanding of money, but for me, it was too big of a number. I didn't know how to count it, so my heart was filled with amazement. Raising a dog, how many people like us would have to buy.

When they arrived at the venue for the competition, it was a little messy and shabby. It was an especially large courtyard. It took them a long time before they arrived at a bright place.

Before I even went in, I smelt a thick stench of blood, which made me feel unwell. However, I saw that Yan Ruize's face, which was not filled with anger, had also revealed an excited expression.

The door to the room was a little small, so I bumped into the tibetan mastiff just as I was about to go over. I was so shocked that I almost cried out, afraid that this big dog would turn around and give me a bite. He didn't expect that the tibetan mastiff would turn around, but its two eyes only glanced at me indifferently before it followed Yan Ruize in from behind.

I felt choking discomfort and puffed my cheeks, thinking: This dog is like his master.

The dog fighting arena was like a boxing arena, surrounded by people. In the middle of the arena was the dog fighting arena.

The entire arena was in an uproar. Everyone was roaring with all their might, and their faces were filled with excitement that was as bloodthirsty as blood.

"Go!" Up! "Bite it!"

"Bite its neck, get rid of it!"

"Bastard, push yourself up! "Bite!"

We found a seat and sat down. We found a seat and sat down. Yan Ruize did not shout, but the craziness on his face was more terrifying than anyone else. He stared at the dogs on the dogfighting stage, as if he was going to fight to the death with those beasts at any time.

The tibetan mastiff by the side also let out a low growl, and was ready to fight. I saw Yan Ruize pat the tibetan mastiff's neck, and licked his lips. He had a cruel smile on his face: "Good girl, I'll let you go up the stage later."

I didn't dare to look at the stage. The two dogs that were biting each other had lost all reason. They opened their mouths wide to reveal their sharp teeth and swallowed a mouthful of blood. My ears were filled with the angry growl of a fighting dog, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Hmph, Black Back lost." "Blackback actually lost to Sharpei, is this dog owner fed on feces?" Yan Ruize's scornful voice sounded beside his ears.

Following which, the crowd burst into cheers and I could hear the winner amongst the hubbub. To think that it was actually the Sharpei fighting dog that had won. I opened my eyes and glanced at the stage. For a moment, I couldn't stop feeling sick.

The black back on the stage was lying dead in the middle. Blood was all over the floor, and teeth marks and scratches were all over the body, while intestines were all over the floor. The yellowish fur of the victorious Sharpei was also full of scars and bloodstains from teeth. The man expressionlessly removed the dead dog's body from the ground and casually threw it on the other side, while on the other side, he pushed quite a number of fighting dog corpses away. The scorching summer had already attracted quite a few flies to join in, and the sweating men didn't have a single one who felt pity or sympathy.

Yan Ruize stood up and left the viewing stand, bringing the tibetan mastiff with him.

Director Yang's eyes narrowed into a line as he looked at Yan Ruize's departing figure. He said to his foster father and Young Master Zhang, "This kind of small stage, is practically an appetizer to the tibetan mastiff that he's raised."

The Young Master Zhang agreed: "That's right, with one look, we can tell just how powerful that tibetan mastiff is. It seems like it has crippled Young Master Yan by quite a bit."

"He started playing with a dog when he was around ten, all by himself. This tibetan mastiff could only be considered an ordinary guard dog in his dog farm." Director Yang took a deep drag on his cigarette and shouted, "Fight the dog! There's no such thing as not gambling with the dog. Do you want a round?"

Young Master Zhang laughed heartily and left the viewing stand with Director Yang. His foster father stayed behind to accompany me and asked, "Is Xueying a little scared?"

I nodded, a little pale.

My godfather said to me, "Look at the people in this field, no matter how worn they are, they are all rich people who spend money like water. In the eyes of dog players, the dogs they train are much more expensive than human gold. "

I pointed to the stage, and another pair of fighting dog s came up. Beside them, there were two people walking around the fighting dog. Puzzled, I asked, "When the dogs were biting, they were also standing by the side. Aren't they afraid of getting bitten?"

Father laughed: "That is the owner of the dog, fighting dog do not bite the owner. However, it's not like fighting dog that are too ferocious won't bite its owner. Beetle seemed to have once bitten its owner, so normal people would not dare to raise it. "

I don't understand many of the terms, but the fighting dog in my head is almost equal to two words: money and cruelty.

Not long after, I saw Yan Ruize standing on stage, followed by the mighty tibetan mastiff s. In an instant, the entire dogfighting arena was stirred up. Training a tibetan mastiff was not easy. Whether it was its muscles, lines, or expression, this dog told everyone that this tibetan mastiff was not simple.